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March 3, 2017
The Broke Author’s Secret Weapon – A Guest Post By Yecheilyah Ysrayl
Thank you to Yecheilyah Ysrayl for the below guest post:
Can we be real?
Self-Publishing has opened the door for writers to finally make their dreams come true. Dreams that were hindered by way of jobs that got in the way of writing, Traditional Publishing rejections, children that parents needed to raise first, a school that needed to be finished first and a slew of other reasons that has stopped the passionate writer from producing a book.
Not only all of this but finances also play a part....
There Was A Young Man Called Hogg
There was a young man called Hogg
Who liked to dress as a dog.
When people looked askance
He asked “could you, by any chance
Kindly throw me that log!”
Spring Night
Birds sing.
The air on this spring
Evening carries scents unknown
As I stroll home
Alone.
That scent, is it hay?
All this will pass away.
Yet I am content to breathe this sweet air
And, for a time, forget my care.
Beauty with sadness lives
And gives
A melancholy delight
To me, as I walk home, on this spring night.
March 2, 2017
Hatters and Hares
As day follows day
Inexarably the century ebbs away.
It has already reached seventeen.
Things not yet seen
Glimmer in a dream
Or a nightmare
Where
The mad Hatter and March Hare
Offer to answer Alice’s every prayer.
On the edge of wonderland
We stand.
But beware
The Hatter and the Hare
Who sit at a table
Offering tea which they are unable
To supply,
For this thing called progress is a wapping lie.
March 1, 2017
Why the Budds Are Sticky In Springtime
As a small boy, I remember my grandfather telling me the below story, as to how the buds come to be sticky in springtime. I always assumed that he took the story from a collection of fairytales. However I have searched high and low and it would appear that he invented the tale to entertain me. However, if anyone does know the origin of the tale please do leave a comment. (I don’t remember the tale word for word so have used poetic license when retelling it).
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In spring, a group of naughty...
Stellar Guest Post – Richard Ankers
A thought provoking story.
The first edition of the fortnightly Stellar Guest Post is being graced by Richard Ankers. Many of you will be acquainted with Richard from his daily offerings of poetry, short stories and vignettes. If you are, you will know he has no shortage of material and has kindly agreed to share some of this with us today. If you have never met, read on. When you are done, be sure to connect and make sure you never miss a thing.
Thank you for be...
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Pax Et Dolor ” meaning ” Peace and Pain.”
Our dearest friends,
We have initiated an online magazine ( ezine ) with the name ” Pax Et Dolor
” meaning ” Peace and Pain.”
We would like you to be a part of our good work, an help us unite all the
creative minds and souls all over the blogosphere.
We dream to weave a thread that connects the creative minds and artists
throughout this space.
We have different categories like Prose’ and Poetry, Travel and tourism,
Photography and creative writings, a...
February 28, 2017
So You Want To Be A Writer? – A Guest Post by Lucinda E. Clarke
Many thanks to Lucinda E. Clarke for the below guest post. You can visit Lucinda’s website here, https://lucindaeclarkeauthor.com/.
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SO YOU WANT TO BE A WRITER?
Asked that question when I was five and my answer was ‘Yes’ – asked again at school leaving and the answer was still ‘Yes.’ But you know how it is, life gets in the way and I took the ‘family approved’ route and became a teacher. Five countries and almost two decades later, I fell into writing almost by accident and was commissione...
February 27, 2017
Would You Like To Guest Post On Newauthoronline?
I welcome guest posts. If you are interested in writing a guest post for newauthoronline.com, please read the following prior to contacting me, https://newauthoronline.com/guest-post-submissions/.
Kevin
There Was A Young Man Called Blair
There was a young man called Blair
Who went hunting for a bear.
In forest green
That beast unseen
Made a lunch of Blair
